Venturing into the unknown (Here be monsters) The waves crash and the cold wind roars Windows-to-be they cry and moan (Here be monsters) Set sail for far and distant shores
Unknown shapes Surfacing From the abyss Tentacles Reaching out Sea serpents hiss
All men's got their own holy grail (Here be monsters) Low born or noble, cursed or blessed The reaper's chosen won't prevail (Here be monsters) Six hundred feet below they rest
Sinking Slowly No one Will know their fate
Passing the point of no return (Here be monsters) Dreams crushed by the weight of the seas Lanterns by night so lonely burn (Here be monsters) No way home for these absentees
Sinking Slowly No one Will know their fate Sleeping Soundly Anchors Upon their graves
Fettered by cold were my feet, bound by frost in cold clasps, where then cares seethed hot about my heart - a hunger tears from within this sea-weary soul.
This man does not know for whom on land it turn out most favourably, how I, wretched and sorrowful, one the ice-cold sea dwelt for a winter in the paths of exile, bereft of friendly kinsmen, hung about with icicles; hail flew in showers.
There I heard nothing but the roaring sea, the ice-cold wave.
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